Two blocks from my house, just as I got up to speed, about 20mph on a nice flat section of my commute, a car load of teenage girls going to the high school pulls out from a side street directly in my path. As I swerved around the back of the Jetta, the driver looked at me horrified with that dumbfounded look of "where did you come from" on her face. It was so funny I could not even get mad at her.

The remainder of my 12 mile commute climbing up into the Santa Cruz Mountains was absolutely stunningly beautiful, just warm enough with gorgeous blue skies. The car commuters, after the second block, behaved themselves on the narrow twisty two lane roads with no bike lanes that my commute consists of after the first mile and a half.

When the mountain climb ended and I hit the end of the little town I work in both the lengthily and annoying heavily congested traffic signal intersections leading to another high school were green in my left turn direction!

I love it when the weather is nice, people are polite and traffic signals love me.

Is it 5pm yet, I can’t wait for the run down the mountain home.